However, his movement was halted by another hand the next second, catching his mid-swing. Corley frowned, eyeing the newcomer with annoyance, "You?" Roseanne murmured, "Mr. Reynolds, how did you..."

Her voice almost broke at that moment.

Owen's gaze settled on her face. "Are you okay?"

Roseanne nodded. "Yeah," but her voice was thick with congestion. That wasn't true.

Owen offered, "I've got my car here. Can I give you a lift home?"

Roseanne said gratefully, "That would be great, thank you."

Owen wrapped an arm around her, ready to leave.

To Roseanne, she felt like a pebble teetering on the edge of a cliff, unstable until Owen showed up, grounding her. "Mr. Reynolds, what brings you here?" Next to the estate was a luxury hotel where he attended a conference. Taking a break, he stepped out for some fresh air and stumbled upon the scene. Owen answered lightly, "Just here for something."

your way. The conference

his tracks, Roseanne

of my guest. No need for Mr. Reynolds to

sweeping over him.

quickly spoke, "I'll go

was at a

Owen said, "Let's go."

couldn't hold back anymore, seeing Roseanne tangled up with the

right?" Murray pointed at Owen, a sneer creeping onto his lips. "Are you that desperate? Can't live without

just move on like that? Even going after

lost all reason, wanting to shame Roseanne, whom he viewed as fickle and ungrateful in the most extreme way possible.

Murray's words cutting through her like knives, blood gushing out with every slice. When the pain reached its

the cold as if

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